Is that a pen behind your tongue?
What words will it write on mine
As I bring it to the red threshold?
I want sweet words,
Words that flow with the breeze
Even when they're as black as night.
I want Mediterrenean words
But without idols.
I want words that belong to nowhere
For you can find them everywhere.
Ah and let them be new words!
Is that a pen behind your tongue?
What words will it write on mine
As I bring it to the red threshold?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great poem, amazing metaphors.
Well done!
Nela

